After a few sips of wine went down her throat, her hand tightened on the teacup. Just then, three knocks came from outside. She didn't need to think about it. The only one who could approach her dormitory without being informed was her teacher.
With a touch of his hand, the wine in the teacup and teapot turned into tea.
He opened the door in person, and the sunlight poured in. He looked at the quiet and indifferent person, and said with a smile, "Why are you here, teacher?"
"......come and see."
The clone was a little concerned about her slight pause, but didn't think much about it, "Come in first."
The clone had been healing this body before. It had taken a bath, and was wearing a middle coat and a loose outer robe. It had a sense of leisurely tapping the green bamboo. Feng Xi looked at this figure, and his thoughts drifted back to her. When I was young, in a daze, the girl who was depressed and gloomy due to the subjugation of the country, the girl who was confident and clear, the girl who was domineering and cold... flashed before my eyes one by one, and it had been a long time. It was not easy for the child at that time to grow up. A broken look.
The clone poured out the contents of the pot naturally, "This pot of tea is cold, I'll make another pot."
Feng Xi responded casually and sat quietly aside, hearing the sound of boiling water rushing into the pot. She came, but she couldn't think of what to say. She even didn't know why she came at this time.
Recalling yesterday, this man came back covered in blood and said with a smile, "King Yangming is dead, and the feud between the Shang Dynasty is over."
Instead of feeling relieved, she felt a faint sense of sadness, as if this person would disappear...
By the way, she came here just to confirm her existence.
Feng Xi was wondering where this weird feeling came from, while his clone was making tea slowly and silently.
But the avatar was Zhan Changfeng after all. After feeling a little guilt, reason prevailed. Xu was confident that Feng Xi and the old members of the Shang Dynasty could not defeat her, so he handed the tea cup to Feng Xi, and dropped it lightly in the blue sky and white sun. Saying, "Shang Yu is dead."
Feng Xi looked up at her, and the temperature in his palms became hot.
"I am a Shinto monk who cultivates faith and merit. Sixty years ago, Shang Yu summoned me with his wish when he was about to die and asked me to help her fulfill three wishes." The clone said calmly, "The first is to let The child she drowned will be punished, and the second is to cure your illness, let you practice cultivation again, and avenge the Shang Dynasty to destroy the country. Now that her wish has been fulfilled, I can tell you the truth."
"Drown?" Feng Xi thought of the distant scene. Shang Yu once fell into the lake because he was pushed by tribal children. Did he die at that time?
Feng Xi was filled with self-blame and guilt, but she did not complain about the clone. She had always made a clear distinction between right and wrong.
Moreover, everything that the avatar has now was achieved by his own hard work. Without any help from the old Shang Dynasty, no one can blame him.
Feng Xi took a sip of hot tea and asked, "Are you leaving?"
Her question was unexpected and reasonable, and the clone's expression softened a bit, "I was planning to leave, but due to some unspeakable changes, I need to stay. If you don't like me calling you As a teacher, we can get to know each other again."
Feng Xi chuckled and sighed, "I may not be worthy of being your teacher, but anyway... thank you for fulfilling that child's wish."
Something has changed, but it seems that nothing has changed.
The avatar who originally wanted to break away from the identity of "Shang Yu" officially changed his name to Shang Yu, and led his subordinates to launch a vigorous plan to seize the throne of Huangtian.
She had countless followers, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, and conquered the territory of King Yangming. Within a few days, she deposed King Huang Tian, united the two dynasties, and established the new Great Shang Dynasty.
What Feng Xi didn't expect was that on the eve of the founding of the dynasty, she would come and invite him to be the minister of the auxiliary country. Maybe it was because they were too familiar with each other, or maybe it was because of her instinctive obedience, so she did not refuse.
...The consequence is that on the third day, facing the stone room with the sign of retreat, Feng Xi developed a self-denial that he had brought on himself.
As her student, she knew that Feng Xi had great talents in running the dynasty, so she safely left Dashang to her. Her soul left her body and went to other worlds following the new call of her will.
The weather was clear and cloudless.
Shang Yu was lying under a certain tree in a certain world, looking up and seeing tiny bits of sunlight among the branches and leaves. Quiet and beautiful.
The sequelae of the battle in this body began to take effect, the wounds were screaming and tearing, the pain was painful to the soul, and all the strength was drained away.
An insect touched her fingertips. It turned around a few times and climbed up after making sure it was safe.
My back was cold and damp, and I could feel the mud under the turf.
There is a rustling sound in the wind...
She still fell asleep, or passed out to be precise.
I also woke up in the middle of the journey. Once I saw a grass on the right side of my cheek, and a snail was crawling down the grass stem. Once I saw the sky painted with sunset glow, and once I heard a faint howl of wolves.
Fortunately, the sky turned white, and she survived the day and night. She used her accumulated strength to mobilize her faith to warm her body. She felt cold in the corners of her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she saw three round and bright dewdrops hanging on the leaves. , when the wind blew, another dewdrop rolled across the leaf and hit the corner of her eye.
Just as she was about to raise her hand to wipe it away, she heard a quiet voice asking her - "Are you crying?"
When she woke up again and saw the gauze above her head, Shang Yu was inexplicably moved. This feeling did not diminish even when she found herself wrapped in white gauze like a fat and ugly cicada chrysalis.
The original owner must be an emotional person. Shang Yu calmed down and did not let the remaining emotions of the original owner affect her.
"woke up?"
This faint voice was heard by Shang Yu before he fainted, and this person was separated from her by a gauze curtain.
"Thank...thank you." She said, her voice hoarse.
"Don't talk yet." The person behind the gauze curtain seemed to glance at the awkward bandage, his eyes were calm, "Have a good rest. If anything happens, we'll talk about it after you recover."
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Shang Yu calmed down and sorted out the memory and wishes of the original owner. The original owner was a single casual cultivator who died in vain in the fight between two powerful people. His wish was to make the two powerful people pay the price.
In fact, the original owner's wish was not enough for her to fulfill this wish. She came here for other purposes.
This body's foundation was good, and after two days of lying down, she could move around freely. She put on her clothes and got out of bed.
This was the first time she left the room. The warm sunshine above spread down, making people sigh with comfort.
Looking around, she lived in a side house, with a master bedroom and a kitchen next to it. The yard was quite small, but the scenery was elegant. There was a peach tree in full bloom, and a set of bamboo tables and chairs under the tree. On one side is a rockery and flowing water.
She walked towards the front room and saw the room full of tall bookshelves. It turned out to be a study facing the street.
The study was deserted, no one was there, and the door was ajar.
She walked onto the street and strolled around casually. She saw a recruitment order in front of the city wall, signed...Wu Qu Dynasty.
With a smile, she returned to the study. The study was much brighter. Behind the counter, the woman was leaning on the armrest with one elbow and holding a book in one hand. Maybe she heard the sound and looked up. Her expression was gentle and distant, and her eyebrows were light, " The medicine is ready, remember to drink it."
Shang Yu smiled and nodded, "Thank you."
Yu Sheng.
